Our Hong Kong Affair
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“Hey. How’re you doing?” The question was a familiar prelude to our many telephone conversations.
“Great now,” I smiled into the phone. It was a luxury being able to talk on the phone in the evenings, but he was on a business trip and my husband was at one of his eternal meetings, so we had a bit more freedom than usual. “It’s so nice to hear your voice.”
We never wondered why we bothered through all the restrictions of having an affair. The answer was there in our connection, in the pleasure we did have when we could speak, in the flutters in our stomachs when we could hear one another’s voices, and in the most exciting cyber-sex possible.
It wasn’t all about sex either. We were real friends and would be as likely to end up discussing philosophy or sociology as having cyber-sex. Both of us felt a deep sense of loss that we lived on different continents and had never met, but our connection was intense and continued to grow despite that.
“I’m missing you,” he continued. The husky intensity in his voice immediately had me weak at the knees as my body typically responded instantaneously, trained to his every nuance.
“I miss you too,” I whispered back, despite there being no-one around to hear me.
“But I’m standing in a beautiful hotel room in Hong Kong without you,” he complained. He had begged me to find a way to join him, but I was nervous of taking such a definitive last step. I loved him, but to fly half way around the world to share a room with him when we hadn’t ever met in person before didn’t seem clever. Besides that, it would be an incredibly difficult trip to explain to my husband.
“I’m on the top of the world with an entire glass window overlooking the city. You could be standing pressed against that glass window, nude, and I could be inside you, my hands cupping your breasts from behind…”. He segued easily into an image-laden sex chat, which made me love him more. This had been important to him, but he had accepted my decision and was trying hard not to belabour his disappointment. As he carried on, I listened intently, but a little rebellious part of me was ticking, thinking and planning.
“Sweetheart,” I interrupted a little later, terrified by the shiver travelling up and down my spine, or rather by what it implied. “I’m sorry, I have to go.” Decision made, no time to be lost, I cut the connection and set to work.
A day later and there I was, in the lobby waiting for him. I had called him on his cell to find out what his plans were, never giving away that I was actually in Hong Kong, in his hotel and waiting for him. Doubts crowded in. What if he didn’t recognise me? We had exchanged photos, had video chats, but this was real life. Another terrible thought occurred to me. What if he’d hooked up with someone else and came walking in with her. Then I’d have travelled all this way for nothing. Maybe I should have told him I was coming?
My internal debate was still raging when he walked in. I had positioned myself very discreetly, so he didn’t see me at first. He entered with a group, and although there were women with him, it was immediately clear that they were a team of professionals together, so I was at least relieved of that concern.
As the rest of the group turned towards the restaurant, he separated from them and went to reception. I had pre-planned that by texting him to tell him I’d had something delivered to the hotel for him. Exactly as I had hoped, he asked for it as he came in, and seemed surprised when he was only given a message. I knew the contents: ‘Look behind you.’
He turned slowly, wonder dawning on his face before he’d even found me, which he did almost immediately.
“Brenda,” he breathed, and held his arms out to me. I rushed into them, no thought of never having met before, only knowing that in his arms were where I wanted to be. He held me close, kissing the top of my head, my jaw, wherever he could reach. “I can’t believe it. I can’t believe it. You came. “And, quite a while later: “Have you booked in yet?”
“They wouldn’t let me because you hadn’t arranged, so I waited here for you.”
“Then let’s go and sort it all out quickly.”
In a wonderfully short space of time I’d checked in with him, he’d texted the other delegates to cancel his plans with them and we were, eventually, up in our room. ‘Our room’ – it was a dream come true, something we had fantasised about forever.
As he had described, the view was spectacular and so, thankfully was the atmosphere between us. It was charged with excitement, anticipation and a strange sense of relief that we had eventually reached this point.
We couldn’t stop our hands fluttering and testing textures, something we had been longing to do. My hands traced the hair on his arm, the muscles underneath, the beard on his face. His were similarly busy, touching the skin on my knuckles, at my neck, under my ear. It was all simultaneously familiar and completely new. I kept on inhaling, breathing his scent in to keep in my heart forever. This was bittersweet – a moment stolen in time, and we knew to appreciate and use every second of our time together.
We understood one another, knew what zones were erogenous, what touches were preferred, what fantasies were aphrodisiacal keys and our knowledge freed us. We didn’t need to walk the tight-rope of discovery because we already knew one another intimately, both the dark parts and the light. At ease, we talked, touched and kissed lightly, both being careful not to rush. We had a mutual choreography that went unvoiced: our first time would be his fantasy, my pleasure.
Darkness descended slowly and we watched it with a glass of wine and a platter of eats we’d ordered in, cuddled together on the couch. We were touching more intimately now, matching our pace to the descending darkness.
I took a sip of wine and reached up into a kiss him to share it with him. As he leaned into the kiss to accept it, his hand slipped tighter around me, creeping under my arm, slipping into the loose armhole of my dress and under my bra. Slowly stroking the soft skin on my breast, he slipped a finger over my nipple, teasing to into an even tighter bud. Another finger followed, and then he was pinching and twisting it, driving our kiss much deeper at the same time. We had been waiting too long, and this lit a conflagration. All pretence at a slow pace evaporated and we were suddenly clawing at each other, biting, pushing, teeth on teeth. Our hands were roaming feverishly, touching anywhere and everywhere.
“Wait!” I managed to pant, pushing him away. I had planned this so carefully as a special experience for him and I didn’t want to compromise for quick satisfaction. This was our first time after years of flirting, so whatever happened it would be special, but I wanted more than that, I wanted to fulfil one of his special fantasies.
Standing up, I moved away slightly, and then smiling flirtatiously, held a hand up to stop him from also standing and repeated more calmly:
“Wait. Please stay there.” He looked a little confused, but did as I asked.
I walked over to the huge window and peered out at the picturesque scene, admiring the twinkling lights thrown into relief by the darkness of the night. Using the time to centre myself, I focussed internally on what exactly he had said, recalling the picture to mind of the fantasy he had so vividly sketched for me.
I stretched my hands above my head, sliding them along the cool windowpane and spread my legs, sticking my butt out temptingly. I heard his breath catch, but he stayed where he was as instructed. Realisation was dawning. His reward came quickly as I pivoted and in one smooth motion lowered the straps of my dress and let it float down to look at my feet. Despite the fact that we had been having an affair for years, this was the first time he had personally seen me close to naked, so I paused for a few beats, giving him time to absorb the view.
I had a black semi-bustier on and ropey thong panties that were unusual enough to make a lasting impression. They were sexy as sin, which was good, because I intended to be very, very sinful.
Stepping over the dress, eyes locked on his, I sauntered towards him slowly, stopping close enough for him to smell me if he concentrated, but well out of reach. Never breaking eye contact, I unhooked the eyelets on the bustier one by one, unwrapping my voluptuous cleavage for his pleasure. I worked my way down to the bottom of the bustier, until it was all undone, gaping apart with the edges clinging tantalisingly to my nipples, my breasts almost completely exposed.
His eyes had long since drifted down from mine, but my gaze stayed totally focussed on his face, gauging his reactions. When I didn’t move the bustier aside, he lifted his gaze to mine again, his eyes burningly intense. His tongue darted, wetting his pink lips unconsciously, a clear sign that I was on the right track so I lifted my hands to my hair, exposing my nipples in the process. Feather-light, I traced my fingers over my neck and lower down, sketching patterns on my chest until I eventually reached my breasts to stroke and cup them. Reversing, I retraced the pattern, shrugging out of the bustier and raising my hands to my head again. Eyes closed, I gave myself to the moment, stretching sinuously, displaying myself for his pleasure.
As my arms descended, I opened my heavy eyes and gave him the sauciest, most flirtatious look I could manage before turning towards the window. It just took a little shimmy and a couple of flicks of my fingers to drop the ropey thong, and I was naked.
The view in front of me was spectacular. We were on the 23 rd floor, a block away from the sparkling bay where the nightlights dressed the rippling water in blue and orange bling. I stood, practically on top of the world, completely exposed for anyone to see who glanced our way thanks to the huge window I was facing. I felt like a siren, capturing the world with my body-song.
I assumed the pose I had before, hands pressed against the glass, legs spread and my butt pressed out to him again, inviting him at last to touch me. I watched his reflection in the window as he walked over to me fully clothed, but still I flinched as he touched me even though I knew it was coming because every nerve-ending was already strained to the maximum.
He ran his hands over my hair, and cascaded them lightly down my body like a champagne fountain, leaving the champagne bubbles trapped inside me as my excitement grew exponentially. After years of foreplay I was so ready for this moment that I could hardly breathe, I just hoped I lasted long enough to do it justice.
Eyes closed, I breathed his scent: the wine, the soap, and the underlying definitive ‘him’ that I had been so eager to smell. He stroked my hair, stopping to test the textures at my neck, to tease the spots he knew were particularly sensitive for me. Unerringly his mouth honed in on one – that soft little point where your collarbone joins your neck. His tongue dipped in, lapping gently before he nibbled his way up my neck to nip at my earlobe. He was doing what he always did, going oh, so slowly, setting a delicious pace that was simultaneously awful and divine.
By now the invisible erotic line joining my ears to my neck, my breasts, stomach and groin was so taut that I was almost in spasm. Breathing became nearly impossible, and my raspy attempts echoed around the room, the only sound we could hear.
His hands dropped to my waist, spanning it, flowing onto the flare of my hips and ensuring that I kept my butt angled out, ready for the eager cock he was now pressing into me. I could feel through his clothes how ready and eager he was for me, which just made me more desperate for him.
The darkness outside created a mirror of the window-wall that almost perfectly reflected us, and it was the hottest thing I had ever seen. He was standing behind me, still fully clothed, my nakedness shared between him and the window, some parts pressed against him, some against the window. His right hand was now cupping my breast, circling around and around the rough little outer ring of my nipple, teasing it to even more tautness, his left hand had at last dipped down and was pulling at the little nest of hairs between my legs.
My knees were weak from desire. My whole body was strung so tight that I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, but I didn’t want to come without him. After all this time talking sex without actually touching him, I was desperate to feel that penetration, to have his tip at the entrance to my dripping hole and then to feel the real fullness as his hard cock pressed inside, filling me up as I had dreamed of. I had held out this long, and I was determined to wait for him, to take him with me.
He let go of me, leaving me with my hands still balancing me against the cool, smooth window. I heard his zip opening and opened my eyes quickly, not wanting to miss a second of my first view of him, but he was standing behind me so I couldn’t see him or his reflection.
“Please, I want to see you,” I breathed at him, voicing the first words we had spoken since I had stood up off of the couch. He moved then, so that I could turn my head to the side to see him and didn’t need to rely on a second hand reflection. He understood, probably because he felt the same, that I was desperate to see him in the flesh, for real, and that no reflection was going to be good enough for me.
Although his zip was lowered, he discarded his shirt first. His chest, his tight little nipples, the sworls of hair were all so achingly familiar to me. I had sucked and licked and bitten them often and yet never seen them, never touched them. I couldn’t help myself, and groaned out a strange little hiccoughy sound between a laugh and a cry, turning towards him, too eager to touch him to stay within our fantasy. He was more disciplined than I and with a look sent me back to my pose.
‘Easy for him,’ I thought to myself a little sulkily. ‘He’s touching wherever he wants to.’
His pants quickly followed his top. As usual, he had no underpants on, and as we were both barefoot, he was now as naked as I was. I didn’t have a second to enjoy the view of him because he touched me as soon as he could again and all thoughts, including my pout, flew out of the window.
He moved in behind me, spooning me from the back, and slowly slid his hands over my shoulders, up my arms until, eventually, he covered my hands on the window pane with his. His frame was larger than mine, and I felt engulfed, protected, loved as he plastered most of himself against me. Standing slightly taller than I was, I could feel his nipples brushing my shoulder-blades, the light brush of his chest hairs against my back compared to the rougher titillation of the hairs on his legs scraping my smooth ones.
And lastly, exactly as he had planned and whispered to me over the phone, he angled his stomach in, pressed his butt in towards my out-turned one, and his eager, wet cock slid excitedly along my eagerly drenched tunnel, scraping past my hole to tease my clit in short little bursts as he flexed his muscles behind me.
I couldn’t bear it anymore. My arousal was extreme, almost out of my control.
“Please, please,” I begged, repeating myself over and over again. “Please.” He knew, and releasing my one hand for a moment, guided himself to my entrance where he achingly slowly, centimetre by tiny little centimetre, inched his way inside. I tried to push against him, to get him inside me faster, but he was disciplined, in control … or so I thought.
Once his tip was inside, it all changed. I was already tightening in little pre-spasms, balancing on the verge of my orgasm. That little ripple was the last straw, and suddenly he slammed into me hard, pressing me up against the window as he started to fuck me as hard as possible, driving into me with years of pent up longing.
My orgasm exploded victoriously by his third thrust, and his didn’t take much longer to come, but he didn’t stop driving into me again and again. He didn’t even stop when my contractions eased. Finally slowing down some, we drifted to the floor, still joined at my now leaking hole and by his arms cradling me closely.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god …” were the only words I managed to squeeze through my aching diaphragm. His own breathing was as harsh as mine, but he wasn’t finished yet. Taking our joined hands, he took a finger and dragged it through our mingled juices. How often hadn’t we dreamed of this, of what we would taste like? He offered me the first taste of our ambrosia, before he dipped my finger again and sucked it himself. I I could have died and been in heaven in that moment because nothing will ever be more perfect than the smell of our sex and the feel of his softly rasping tongue licking our juices off of my finger.
He slid down me, so gently, so lovingly, his fingers trailing along my sides, his face scraping along my sweat-slick skin. Down, flicking in my belly button, tasting the salt on my belly, lower down to my dripping lips where he licked and licked and licked, pressing his tongue eagerly into every little nook, every fold, in hole, on clit. Soon I was spasming again so intensely that it was a pleasure-pain that stretched and stretched for an eternity until his hands and gentle voice lulled me back down.
“I love you,” he kept on whispering, stroking my skin, kissing my tears. “I love you.”
Once I could, I returned the favour, scooting around so that I too could taste our juices and lick them off of him. I was as thorough as he had been, as eager not to miss a single drop. More than that though, this was my first chance to smell him, to taste him, to discover his textures, and I did it with abandon. I was intimately acquainted with his recuperative ability, and wasn’t surprised when his tired cock started perking up a little during my thorough cleaning. I had a secret in my arsenal and knew I would have him exactly where I wanted him very soon again.
Surreptitiously, without him knowing what I was doing, I dipped my fingers into a special lubricant I had prepared for him. Lifting my mouth, I applied it to his cock, this mixture of lubricant with just a dash of cooling muscle gel. We had played this game separately-together before, so he recognised the tingling sensation immediately and groaned in weak appreciation. He knew he was lost to my ministrations now.
The finger, when it slipped the tingling mixture into his little hole was expected, but really having me do that to him was new. When it crooked and scraped inside him, he was groaning, writhing, completely abandoned, and when my mouth closed over his hard, darkened cock, he was lost completely in a sea of sensation.
There were so many things he loved me to do to him over the phone, and I was unsure which one to do first. We had three days in which to abandon ourselves to all things sexual, but what to do now? In the end I opted to keep it simple and just for him. I closed my mouth over his lubricated cock, pulling a face at the taste of the muscle relaxant. What we do for love! I nibbled at his helmet, loving the spongy feel. Tightening my tongue, I swirled it around the bottom of the rim, all the time keeping up the rhythm of my other finger in his hole. I gently slid the firm hand holding his cock higher, until it was squeezing his tip, opening his weeping little hole for me, and tongue-fucked it as hard as I could, driving the hard little tip of my tongue into him as far as it would go.
I could feel the tell-tale tightening in his cock now and could taste the change in his precum, so I changed my rhythm too. Opening my mouth as wide as I could, I sank down over his cock, as low as I could go. He knew what was coming, had begged for it so often on the phone, and was urging me on eagerly, with words and his hand on my head.
“Oh yes my love. Suck me. Suction me like only you can.”
I loosened my teeth, tightened my lips creating the very hardest suction I could, and as I pulled back, I pulled his cock with me, stretching it as tight as it could possibly go, right to the tip. I didn’t even have the chance to repeat it. He burst into my mouth as I reached the top, crying out as I sucked it all up, pushing my head hard into his groin in his spasms. He bucked against my face, his whole body pulled taut and hard, until he relaxed again slowly, muscle by muscle. I kept him in my mouth until he was completely relaxed again, cradling him gently back.
Once he could, he pulled me up to him for a deep, loving kiss so that he could taste himself in my mouth, and still kissing and fondling, we drifted off right there on the carpet, too exhausted to make it to our bed.
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By : Modymuskan Hi friend’s, I am back with this real experience that I had when I was in Hongkong. I was traveling for my work. Friends I chat regularly on Facebook and have many friends. Chatting make me free from stress and work pressure, I have many friends and we talk on several topics. One such friend was Beny. She is from Kota Kinabalu from Malaysia. Beny is 5.4 n bit plumpy but with lovely 36”boobs with nice shape. Her lips too bit big.but She was also visiting Hongkong and we...
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I know that my presence on Twitter disturbs you! You thought you were safe behind your fake profile photo. You thought that Twitter was the place where you could write whatever you wanted without the consequences, but the reality is way different than your mind is able to comprehend. I am around, lurking, browsing, scavenging, looking for inspiration, and a daily dose of smut.On one of such sprees, I stumbled upon twitter.com/hongkong_doll and decided to write a review about it. One part of me...
Twitter Porn AccountsUnbelievable! That is how I have to describe what happened last Saturday night. Fucking unbelievable. I never thought Rex was telling us the truth about lining up Carrie Leung-Peters. All the guys in the bar thought he was bullshitting us. However, Rex proved he was indeed telling us the truth. My name is Danny. It was the mid-1990's in Hong Kong and I was part of a British construction team building the new international airport. Rex was one of the gang. The last several weeks, Rex had been...
Group SexBrent Blake is a happily married man, both proud and satisfied with his wife of four years and she indicates satisfaction with him. But is she proud of him? He suspects not, she’s given him the impression she’d married less than top shelf – or beneath herself as it used to be called. That’s why Brent Blake considers himself a happily married man without indicating he’s in love with his wife. It’s difficult to love someone you suspect doesn’t really love you. Wife Rachel is a librarian and...
Misha just turned 31, had three kids, and a husband that works far more than he earns. She was telling me his boss was taking advantage of Bert’s work ethic, ‘do the job until it’s done’. I thought she was hinting for an influx of cash but I couldn’t help, not much anyway, “Ah, sorry Misha, I don’t have a lot of spare cash right now, with Connie furloughed.” My sister looked at me surprised, “Oh, no, Pat, I didn’t mean it like that. We are fine that way, I just don’t like how he is with...
I received an Email from a lady name of Emily about one year ago. The note promoted a rush of memories of events long past but that seemed as fresh as if they had occurred days or weeks previous. I have had only one extra marital affair during a long marriage, and Emily was the ‘other woman’. Along with the romantic and erotic memories that returned, I also recalled my deep sense of guilt and the terror of being found out. I was very surprised to hear from her given the unpleasant parting...
An Innocent Affair By Elrod W. Tom Haskin was all smiles as he stepped off the elevator. And why not? His older son Bobby had done pretty well in T-ball last night, and his wife had helped celebrate - especially after the boys went to bed. Tom had every reason to feel good. The presence of Miranda Barajas in his office dampened his enthusiasm a bit. She was seated across the desk from his chair, her short skirt riding up her thighs seductively. Miranda smiled when Tom walked...
Ann awoke. Her throat was parched. It actually hurt. Too much seawater. She could hear the waves breaking nearby. How had she survived? She remembered the fishing vessel and how it suddenly capsized in rough seas. There wasn’t time to signal the Coast Guard. The ship sank quickly. Oh. Jack. Surely he made it. She rose up. Her right shoulder was bruised and felt numb. She was alone. Something roared horrendously in the distance. She jolted to her feet. She was weak. Wobbly. She felt she...
Ann awoke. Her throat was parched. It actually hurt. Too much seawater. She could hear the waves breaking nearby. How had she survived? She remembered the fishing vessel and how it suddenly capsized in rough seas. There wasn’t time to signal the Coast Guard. The ship sank quickly. Oh. Jack. Surely he made it. She rose up. Her right shoulder was bruised and felt numb. She was alone. Something roared horrendously in the distance. She jolted to her feet. She was weak. Wobbly. She felt she...
Introduction: A man stands by and watches his wife fuck a muscled-up young jock on vacation. Mike had been married to Trish for nearly three years when he surprised her with a vacation to the secluded Keewaydin Island, a highly expensive couples resort off the coast of Key Biscayne. They were staying in a stunning beach house, right at the tip of a mile long stretch of beautiful white sand on the south side of the island. The beach was completely private, for guest use only, and was shared by...
The Affair Myles phone gave a beep which announced an incoming ext. He hurriedly grabbed it and with growing excitement read the new message. 'Excelsior hotel 12.30, don't be late' He quickly cleared his desk and went out into the reception area. "Stephanie I'm just off to that meeting with Mr. Walters," said Myles Rogers as he headed towards the door, "I think I'll be at least 2 hours." "Okay Myles, hope it goes well," said Stephanie Morton. "He seems awfully jumpy, I hope...
I'm divorced now. My ex-wife had an affair which ended our marriage. She doesn't know that I had my own affair, seven years earlier. We were great fuck mates. I fucked her constantly and I fucked her one day before we split up. But after she had our baby, she changed in many ways, including sexually. She didn't want to fuck nearly as often as she used to and her pussy was dry almost every time we fucked, before she changed, her pussy got wet just from thinking about sex! I'm patient by nature...
Straight SexWeek 1 I never set out to have an affair. Maybe if I write it all down, it will help me figure out what is going on. I am not one of those housewives who volunteered because they were bored and lonely, or just vaguely unsatisfied. He was just someone I had forged a friendship with at work and started flirting with. Yes, I enjoyed his attentions. It felt good and right, just different enough, and I felt powerless to resist. Oh, who am I kidding? When your hormones are raging and someone is...
Introduction: Every office affair is the same… or is it? Yet another office affair… Its all about her cumming for me you know… Dont get me wrong, I love cumming, i love filling a girls pussy with my cock and feel her walls stretching as I enter her and fill her with my seed… But for me, its nothing unless I can feel her shake, writhe and moan uncontrollably until she explodes… Only then I know for a fact that I have made a woman mine. Now you all know about office affairs… When a marriage is...
I joined the company in the month of May year 2005. After a tumultuous time at a BPO – where we learnt that there are no nights to go home, only late evenings and then early morning. Food so pathetic that the taste buds went for a toss. Only thing that kept the eye open were the ladies on and off the floor (standard term for a place where calls are taken) or probably the supervisor shouting after just getting pummeled by an early riser in the States. Ma continuously pestering me to join...
CHAPTER 1 Sitting on a stool at the bar in a rowdy group who’d been to dinner at the Comedy House restaurant-theatre, Charmaine Ross noticed the curly-haired guy about her age studying her, thankfully appearing very casual about it. The heart of the bored woman fluttered. She hadn’t committed adultery for a couple of years. Unless she did it soon she’d forget how good it was. Douglas was losing fitness and these days puffed and even dribbled over her and he performed his beloved bang. Like...
Introduction: Gaynor is a 49 year old mature married woman with two full grown daughters who has gone to the coast for a relaxing few days, a chance meeting with a familiar younger man leads to so much more……… Lust On The Beach (The Start of the Affair) Gaynor Day Out Gaynor Day was in her 40s and had blonde bronze like hair with a slim athletic body which for her age of 49 was impressive. At this present time the office secretary was laying down on the beach reading a book entitled...
Altered Fates: A Complicated Affair By Theunknownauthor Everything you are about to read is true! Every person, place or thing that is mentioned in this account is real, although I am changing the names and not giving any exact locations. I am doing this so that readers won't try to verify the validity of this story on their own. This isn't an easy story for me to tell, but I feel that I need to get it off my chest. For almost a year now I have been reading various accounts...
The Affair By Margaret Jeanette Tammy Scott was having lunch at a local spot when a handsome young man came over to her. He introduced himself as Dr. William Henderson and said he just had to tell her that she looked beautiful in the outfit she was wearing. When he asked her to join him for lunch she accepted. She didn't know why she had accepted but for some reason she was attracted to this man. They enjoyed a good lunch and she found herself laughing at many of the jokes he...
Let me give you a background first of all. I’ve been married 12 years and for the past seven, sexual activity between me and my wife (Ritu oviously name changed) has stopped completely. I love her dearly, but she has lost all interest in sex and as time went by, I got tired of being alone. When we had sex, I would make sure she would always climax, most times multiples. She admitted that she enjoyed it, but I found out, if she never had sex again it would be all right with her. Since our...
I am Amit, residing in Dubai for last 13 years along with my wife (Sujata) and parents. I am a businessman, having diversified company herein Dubai, dealing in some 150 items. We usually source material from Mumbai, which in turn sold to GCC countries and also exported to African countries. I have to travel a lot to Mumbai for this reason. Prior to my marriage, I used to stay with my mother’s relatives in Vasai when I was in Mumbai for purchasing. But. Now I always live with my sister-in-law...
IncestCopyright© 2004 There was a young gaucho named Bruno Who said, "Screwing is one thing I do know. A woman is fine, And a sheep is divine, But a llama is Numero Uno." If not for the way my son fucked me in the sauna once a week, the rock hard cock shoving enthusiastically back and forth into my persistently hungry hot wet cunt, I would say he hated me! These last few months my son David would not even look at me, give me hugs or even talk to me. His often absent father even...
Brain and Vickey has known each other since high school. Thirty-three years later, they were still friends but had chosen different life paths. Brian was married and Vickey was divorced but moved back into the area they grew up which was in Northern California. They both had their fiftieth birthdays in February of this year. Back in high school, Brain was a football player and captain of the wrestling team. His dreams were to go to law school and become an attorney one day like his father. ...
I had agonized about it for weeks, should I open the envelope or not? Six months ago I discovered that my wife of 9 years Sara had been having a long term affair with a man named Steve. I had been able to determine that their relationship had been going on for at least five years and perhaps even longer. When I realized that my son and two daughters might not really be mine it broke my heart. I took the three children ages 5, 3, and 1 to a doctor out of town and after giving him $1,000 for...
This story and contains lesbian taboo and everybody is over 18.How did this happen? I do not recall on when it happened, but all I know is that my baby girl, my own daughter Hanna, a nineteen year old beauty has her head between my legs, giving me the best orgasms I’ve ever had. “Mum, did you enjoy you Xmas gift from me?”“Oh baby, I love every time you go down on me. Let me return the gift with a gift of my love for you.” I then put my head between her legs showing my love for her.While eating...
My name is Rakesh, age 26 and I want to share my experience with you all. My family consists of six members. Father, Mother, Brother, Bhabhis, my brother’s son and myself. We all live in a duplex house. On the ground floor our parents use to stay and on the first floor we have 2 bedrooms, of which one is occupied by me and the other by my brother. Brother, babhi and I are employees. I and Bhabhis are working in the same company and I got the job in that company with babhi’s reference. As a life...
IncestAdeline's rules: 1. No questions about family 2. No public display of affection 3. No questions about past 4. No disrespect 5. Do not lie 6. No head games; I'll let you inside me, but not in my head 7. No mention of the difference in our ages 8. No expensive gifts 9. No cheating 10. No admission of love The telephone conversation with Adeline had gone on much longer than I realized. I opened the door to find the two folding tables vacant. Everyone had left, or so I...
It's all about her cumming for me you know... Don't get me wrong, I love cumming, i love filling a girl's pussy with my cock and feel her walls stretching as I enter her and fill her with my seed... But for me, it's nothing unless I can feel her shake, writhe and moan uncontrollably until she explodes... Only then I know for a fact that I have made a woman mine. Now you all know about office affairs... When a marriage is weak, a pretty lady finally gives in to a guy she found attracted...
‘Mary, your hair is fine! The carriage is at the gate, now please stop stalling,’ Elizabeth Beauclerk called upstairs for her sister. The house had been buzzing all morning, preparing for the family’s long journey west from their home in London to the countryside of Worcestershire. With a quick twist of dark wavy hair she pinned the last curl in place and looked at herself in the mirror. She tied her straw bonnet over her hair and smoothed down the folds of her powder blue dress. The color...
THE AFFAIR (The story takes place in the 1920s in London, England)Henry thought it was Nigel’s idea but he had finally found out, after some prodding, that it was Edith, Nigel’s wife, who had suggested the two wives witness their husbands’ meeting. Although Henry was against it at first, and his wife Barbara seemed quite indifferent, Nigel and Edith convinced them that it would be fun for all and that it could put some spark in a relationship which might need it soon.The two couples were rather...
Hello, to all ISS readers. This is again, ur Abhishek Singh, 18 male from east Delhi. It is around 1 year that I haven’t post a story to this site. But now, my lusty soul has again encouraged me to write some more new stories.I don’t want to waste ur time more.So, this story begins from here…My lifelong attraction for her was ignited in one instant. I came home early from school and was going upstairs to change. I passed by my mother’s room and she was standing in front of the mirror in...
IncestAn Early 21st Century Love Affair This story was written and dedicated to my firt www.xhamster.com friend, hope you enjoy it. The sound of rain hitting the window was the first thought in my mind as I woke in the dim predawn light. I had slept so soundly that it seemed that I had not moved a muscle, yet I felt as if I had run a race and needed to stretch to get my joints limbered up. As my mind began to clear from the deep sl**p the reality of the changes in my life began to come back to me. ...